Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

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Silence is golden. The Priestess Nammu Ai listened attentively to Ushumgallu, but said nothing in response.

In the library, however, he found disappointment – the Lunar Orbs were not in their place. Due to their absence, the institution was operating less efficiently: now, visitors could learn 1 historical fact for each unit of their intelligence (the number is updated once per turn).

The same result.

True divinity resides in another temple. And that temple, in turn, is not here at all, but in Ninamiate...

- Didn't you know? During a crisis, it's the perfect time to stir things up; history confirms this. Thank you. - The Professor takes 5 candies. - Trains are everything to us. It's not that far to the first excavation site, so I can be here and there; for now, it's just the preparatory stage - setting up a camp, delivering resources, and so on, but soon we'll get down to business.

– Hmm, it's beautiful. But wedding dresses could be sold without the lingerie, – Kamistella grimaced. – "Symphony of Happiness" is ready. You truly bring good luck, my friend. Well, that's decided, now let's go to my mansion, and from there, we'll head to the main event!

-- It's a bit boring here now... Has the chronicle of the civil war in Calcite appeared yet?

Of the available items, she was primarily interested in something from the assortment of the mysteriously vanished Mystical Star. But she wouldn't mind seeing something else suitable for a respectable sorceress...

—How far has progress come! —the scholar exclaimed in admiration. —And can you travel back and forth there in a day or two? In that case, I simply must arrive at the location at the beginning of the expedition. —realizing something, he quickly adds: —...If, of course, no important guild assignment comes up, well... we're probably in the same boat as guild members.

- Scars?... - Ghenza scratches his head in confusion, then notices something. - Ah, no, why would they? It doesn't change anything, on the contrary, it's experience that makes us who we are. Sometimes you can't do without it.
He rubbed his cheek, which bore his own scar.
- One man, whom I greatly respect, told me about some kind of overseas thing, what was it called? It's a funny word, it's on the tip of my tongue. Sasabi... Wasabi or something like that. It's a principle where a person values a phenomenon not for its artificial perfection, which is just a facade for those around them, but on the contrary, for its true nature, which may be imperfect in some ways, but at the same time real, and evokes in the soul a special, careful awareness of its fragile beauty in the face of the world's imperfections. Well, for example, like a flower that has broken through stone and so on. This is a popular philosophical theme on the islands.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed by what he had just said, which was not typical of him, he quickly added:
- And I, by the way, recently had the pleasure of talking with an adept of perfection, who declared the only true and ideal view of things, one step to the left, one step to the right, you're shot. But I didn't feel any beauty, or sincerity, or even their own human emotions there, only a dry, cold lecture from a textbook in an attempt, through wordplay, and without any action, to present themselves in the best light. Heh. I'd choose an honest "Hey, you!" in a hundred cases out of a hundred.

Erica doesn't find anything of a magical nature in the market.

- Hmm. - The Professor pondered something mysteriously. - Just remember that you might not have enough time for other events in the near future. For example, a military tournament will soon begin in Shine, so if you wanted to participate or observe, you won't have time.

"Hmm... Is there any magic here at all?", thought Erika, moving away from the people, but far enough to "inspect," after which she began to "look for magic."

"Out of the tournaments, I can only participate in chess. " Asmidul showed off his bicep with a strength of 2. "And watching people beat each other up for no reason, I don't think I'll enjoy spending time that way. But thank you for the information. If anything else time-consuming is planned in the near future, please let me know, because I'm sometimes a little absent-minded..."

There was a barely perceptible magical trace.

Erica went to the Alastria Studio, and before entering, she "inspected" it.

And he arrives there. A slight presence of cursed energy is detected from within.